Light shines in the gap in the clouds, striking my face. At least that's how books describe it. It's more like the back of my eyelids start to glow the same color as that little stripe in Twilight's hair. I love that strip. I never really thought too much about her mane until we started sleeping together. Now it haunts my dreams.
The bed feels funny. Like it's too clingy and almost damp. I haven't been doing an awful lot of sleeping in my own bed lately. I mean, sure, I still nap, but napping and sleeping aren't the same. You don't really get to the good parts until you've had four, maybe five hours of shuteye. It's funny. A year ago I loathed mattresses. I couldn't understand how other ponies put up with them. Now I spend at least six nights a week in one. Trust me, the company is more than worth it.
Something else is different today too. I know that an empty bed means something. A hazy memory of Pinkie explaining why I just had to sleep alone brings a grin to my face. I can't quite follow what she's saying, I keep getting distracted by the way her mouth moves. Oh man, the things she can do with her mouth. I start to get a little hot. I try to ignore it—kinda early for that—but it does wake me up the rest of the way. Then I remember. Today is my birthday.
I've always loved my birthdays, who doesn't? You get stuff, your friends all visit, and you're the center of attention, and you don't even have to do anything. It's pretty much perfect. And that's everypony. If you're friends with Pinkie? Yeah, that's just the start. That was me last year, and it is still the most awesome party ever. How much better is it gonna be this year? I mean, if she pulled together fireworks, fifty-seven flavors of cake, and an impromptu re-enactment of a sonic rainboom for her friend, what the hay is she gonna do for her lover? My mind starts offering suggestions.
Okay, upgrade "hot" to "damp".
I really need to get out of bed or I'll end up rubbing one out right here. It's not that getting off thinking about my friends is bad or weird—well, now—but I really wanted to enjoy Pinkie's gift properly. Whatever it was. Man, why do I do this to myself?
I skip the shower. Flying through a cloud'll be fine since I slept alone last night. I hope they don't make me do that again. I make a mental note to check Twilight's schedule for any upcoming gaps. She hates to rearrange and it's not fair to force someone else to give up her turn just because I'm spoiled. I could just stick my mark in with another pair if it comes down to it; wouldn't be the first threesome with my friends.
I try to remember who the schedule says for today. It's so hard to keep the whole thing in my mind. Twilight insists there's a pattern to it that keeps everything from getting routine, as if that could happen, but it makes no sense to me. Rarity twice in a row? A two week gap for me and AJ? I mean, I get some of it; I'm not stupid. Twilight always puts us together the day after a new Daring Do book comes out. Those are great. Her voice cracking as she reads when I suck on her clit, that's almost as hot as I am. I wonder if she's figured out I try to make her scream my name instead of Daring? I bet she has. She's one smart, sexy pony. The way she bites her lip to keep from screaming, the way she shudders as she breathes when I'm playing with her horn...
I really shouldn't have gone to bed alone last night. I hope no one looks up.
Before I know it, I'm at the library. My coat's damp, so I guess I kinda auto-piloted through a cloud on the way here. Good, I'm not sure how much longer I can wait. I knock once and then push open the door. The sign says closed, but signs are for ponies less awesome than me. Besides, what's the worst that could happen? I find Twilight with her horn shoved inside Fluttershy's amazingly cute backside? Oh um. Hi, Rainbow Dash. W–Would you like to join us? As if she didn't know the answer.
I'm a bit disappointed when all I see is Twilight lying on the floor, reading a book.
"Morning, Rainbow Dash," she says, smiling as she looks up at me. I trot over to her, lean down, and give her a kiss.
"Morning sexy-head." Shut up. My nicknames are cool. She giggles and it sends my pulse racing. My eyes lock onto the tip of her horn and I dart my tongue out to give it a lick.
"Oh no you don't," she says in mock anger as she pulls away. Standing up she says, "Not today, not yet." She stretches her legs and there's really nothing I can do but nod.
Turning away from me, she flicks her tail, teasing me with a flash of swollen lips that have a slight sheen to them. It takes real effort not to dive forward and taste her. She winks over her shoulder at me and now I want to slap her before rutting her silly.
"Pinkie Pie," she calls in a sing song voice. Her horn starts glowing as she grabs... a quill and scroll? I guess it's not a morning threeway. "Come on out and show Dash her gift," she says, chuckling between the words. I find out why in a second.
Okay, look. It's not that I'm not into guys, it's just that, well, I'm into my friends. And they're all mares. So when ponies look for something to gossip about, they like to say we're all batting for the winning team. As if. We've talked about it, about bringing in a colt or taking one of our nights off to go and find one, but it's a little weird. We have an awesome thing going and it doesn't seem right to try to get somepony outside the group. Besides, there isn't a colt around here who could deal with all of us. It would have to be all of us; no pony is worth losing what we all share.
The thing to take away from that, is that I like stallions too. I just like my friends more. So when Pinkie bounces out from behind a bookshelf, a head taller, fifty pounds heavier, and with a stallion's squared off muzzle, singing Happy Birthday in a lower pitch than normal, it's not the least bit weird that my wings flare and my tail begins twitching like mad.
Shut up. You go be friends with Twilight for a year; this isn't even the weirdest thing that's happened to me. Just the sexiest.
Pinkie bounces right up to me, still singing. As she reaches the final "to you" of her song, she—he bends down to kiss me. I'm in a little shock, but my body knows what to do. I regain control of my jaw and press my lips against hers—his. He has the same sweet taste Pinkie does: sweet with a hint of cinnamon. His mouth is just so much...bigger than Pinkie's.
His tongue finds its way between my lips and forces its way inside. I wrestle with him a bit. When Pinkie's a girl—ok, that does makes it sound weirder—we usually are evenly matched. Pinkie's got this unending font of infectious energy. Just being near her makes me want to smile and puts an extra spring in my wings. I don't lose, but Pinkie's never even trying to win. That doesn't mean she gives up. Against Pinkie-as-a-guy-Pinkie, I'm totally routed. I fight back, but he's got the upper hoof.
His tongue wraps around mine and I get the sense Pinkie's hugging me. With her tongue. That dampness needs another upgrade. I'm just wet now. The air in the room sends chills down my legs as my tail rises, exposing my burning haunches to the room. Pinkie keeps on kissing me.
My pulse is racing and I'm getting a little dizzy. I'm trying to breathe deep but my lungs won't slow down. I can feel my face heat up as I start to blush. And he's just kissing me! If I wasn't dripping in the back I'd be a bit embarrassed. Finally, he breaks the kiss and I can take in enough air.
"So, you like it, Dashie?" he asks. It's the same words, the same inflection that Pinkie Pie uses, but it's lower. Not a deep bass or anything, but there's a rumbling quality to his voice that sends shivers down my wings. "Dashie?"
Right, I should answer. I realize my mouth is hanging open and I'm drooling a little. So not cool. I blink a few times, trying to clear the last of the dizzyness from my head before answering. I just need to get control of my voice. No? Okay, next best thing.
I pounce. I wrap my legs around his neck, it's so high, and pull his muzzle into mine again. He giggles until I bite his lip and growl. In the corner of my vision, I see his ear flick. "Pinkie, this is awesome," I finally say, my voice cracking. Darn it. I give his jaw line a quick lick. "So, can I open my present?" I ask in my best throatiest voice.
Pinkie breaks out in a grin and that's when it totally hits me. Sure she's a he, but that smile is unmistakable. You could put Pinkie in any shape you wanted and I'd recognize that smile from a mile away. "Sure thing, Dashie!"
"...open my present," I hear Twilight mumble. Right, she's still here. And apparently taking notes. I guess she's not joining in. Oh well, if she wants to be all eggheady instead of sexy-librarian-y, that's her loss.
I push Pinkie over onto his back. Huh. That usually works. Instead of tipping him over so I can see the whole package, heh, I just sort of press my chest against his. Right. Stallion.
He chuckles at me. "Is there a problem?"
I nibble on his neck. I wanted his ear, but he's a bit too tall. "No way. I, um... We need a bed or something?"
A pink glow from Twilight and a mattress scoots itself over behind me. "Thanks."
I turn and hop up on the bed, my legs almost giving out on me. They do give out as Pinkie leaps on the bed. "Geronimo!" He bounces a few times. Laughing, he rolls onto his back and I can't help but laugh too. "God, Pinkie. You're so... so... Pinkie Pie."
"You know it." And he winks at me.
I growl again and plant my hooves on his broad chest, pinning him down. Wow, I could curl up right on top of him. No more time wasting. My gaze travels down, between his legs to his sheath. Pinkie's a he alright. His balls are just a tad darker than her coat. I bend down—I have to move my front legs to do so, he's big—and stare at him.
"Um, Dashie?" he asks.
I don't answer. I stick out my tongue and begin to lick his balls. Pinkie moans as I struggle to wrap my lips around one of them. They're too big, so I make do with massaging them. Judging by his groans, I'm doing it right. Of course I am.
I'm not paying too much attention to them. My eyes are locked on his sheath. It begins to expand and I see a dark pink, almost red, head extends from it. I stop what I'm doing and immediately begin to lick the emerging tip.
Pinkie lets out a small cry as I barely manage to wrap my lips around his head. I swirl my tongue over the tip. It tastes salty, but still has that same hint of bubbliness and cinnamon that screams Pinkie Pie to my crotch. "Wow-we, Dashie! You're really good at this." Of course I am. I'm Rainbow Dash.
His cock keeps growing. It's too big for me to fit more than a few inches in my mouth at this angle. So I move. I told you I wasn't stupid. I run my tongue out as far as I can and then I pivot, crab-walking until my rear hooves are on either side of his head. He's looking right up at me now. From the heat burning under my tail, I'm spread wide open for him. But now I'm lined up better.
I take a deep breath and push forward, feeling his shaft slide slowly into my mouth. the tip bumps into the back of my throat and I force myself not to gag. I may not have done this with something so wide before, but I've swallowed both Rarity's and Twilight's horn. This was just a little harder. Heh, harder.
I feel the flare compress as I force his cock down my throat an inch or two. A mixture between a gigglesnort and a groan sends chills crawling along my belly. Pinkie's legs are twitching, as if they were trying to pull my head tighter into his non-existent marehood. I swallow.
Pinkie's hips jerk forward. It's a good thing I'm quick or I might've gagged. "S-sorry," he apologizes, but his hips are still twitching. I inhale as deeply as I can through my nose, and quickly push forward, taking as much of him as I can. I get three, maybe four inches away from taking his whole cock when I feel his hooves on my rump. I lock my legs as he starts to pull me down but he is strong. Applejack, I could maybe have fought off, it's really hard to resist when you've got somepony's cock halfway down your throat, but he-Pinkie? Wow. I've never been... been handled like this.
As my rear is lowered, I feel his cock slowly start to pull its way out of my mouth, inch by glistening inch. The flare pops out of my throat just as I feel his muzzle against my thigh. A tremor runs through my legs and the heat in my groin grows impossibly more intense. I squeeze my eyes shut tight, trying to keep from collapsing onto his face. I back off a little more, letting me lick his head again. It's salty. It's really salty. This from a pony who didn't realize there was more than one jar of white powdery stuff in a kitchen. It's amazing. I want to swallow all of him and make him cum in my mouth. I want to run my hooves along his shaft until he's mine. But I can hardly stand as it is.
His tongue presses against my thigh, licking up against the grain of my coat. I can feel his hot breath against my lips. I moan around the inch of his shaft still in mouth mouth. He twitches his hips and the head pops out. Sticky strands of precum mixed with saliva connect us a moment more until they break and stain his pink coat. I just stand there with my mouth gaping, panting as his tongue laps closer and closer.
Not like this. I wanted my first time with a stallion to be with a stallion. "P-Pinkie!" I gasp. "S-Sto..." I bite my lip and squeal. The tongue on my thigh is so close, just another tiny bit and he'd have no more complaints from me.
Have I ever told you how much I love Pinkie? Look at this: I've just deepthroated him and have been dripping all over his face for who knows how—well, Twilight probably does—long and then I ask him to stop. Wow, that's kinda not cool.
"I want you to rut me," I pant. And it's true. I'm Rainbow Dash. I'm awesome. I don't accept second place. And right now, I want nothing more than for Pinkie to treat me like a mare and not stop until I can't stand.
An eternity passes, and I can feel him shaking as he fights his own urges. I wouldn't blame him for pretending he didn't hear, but he doesn't. Suddenly the hooves holding my ass down are gone. I'll make it up to her—him.
I leap forward, swishing my tail. As I turn to make some quip to Pinkie, I feel him slam into me, his hooves planted in the small of my back. I have to lock my legs to keep from being crushed into the bed. Ponyfeathers, I keep forgetting how much bigger Pinkie is as a he. Whatever. I lift my tail, I don't really have to try much, it's pretty much sticking up as it is, and push back to rub against his stomach.
"Dashie's gonna get it! Dashie's gonna get it!" he sings.
I snort and spread my legs a bit wider. "Not if you don't hurry up, featherbrain." Pinkie just snorts then giggles.
I feel his blunt head bounce off of my thigh. Once, then twice. "Oh, come on!"
"Sorry, Dashie. I'm not used to this either."
Whatever. The third time it glances off I jerked sideways, letting the curve of my legs guide him in. I have to bend forward until my head is lying on the bed and my ass is so far up in the air that my tail is tickling that spot in between my wings. I can feel myself opening wide as I strain to get him right where I need him. His cock slides over my rump. There's a tense moment where it pushes against my ass, stretching me a bit, but a quick twitch sends him on his way until finally he's pressing against my burning lips.
In position at last, he shifts his legs, bracing them behind mine. My wings tremor, brushing against his flank and neck as I feel the head rub against my aching slit. "J-just do it already!" Did I say that outloud?
Why is he so slow? I throw my weight back—there's more than one way to get this party started—but his own legs keep me from making any headway. Haha, headway. Somepony whines. It isn't me, honest. "What're you doing?"
Pinkie giggles and his cock presses in, spreading my lips. I let out a moan as he begins to spread me wide. And then he stops, the pressure lessens and I just about cry. "Pinkie!" But he only presses in a little more, before pulling out.
I can feel where he's supposed to be, feel what he should be doing and it's driving my crazy. I start to thrust against him, trying to get him inside me. Once he's in, there's no way he'll be able to stop. And I can finally have my birthday gift. I jerk and strain and throw my whole body into it. Pinkie giggles as his legs hold me from my prize. Wow, he is strong.
He presses in again and that's when I get my wings involved. The whole stiff wings thing is a myth. Yeah we put on a display when we're aroused. Or pissed. Or scared. But it's not like... um, like... well the only thing I can think of right now is Pinkie's cock. It's not like Pinkie's cock. There's nothing keeping them up except muscles. I beat them as I shove backwards. His flare digs into my aching marehood, I can feel it pressing in, compressing as it squeezes into me. Another flap and another before he can pull away. It feels like there's a spring around my chest, my entire body. It's tightening and the only way to loosen it is to get that cock inside me. With a pop that was totally inaudible over my—our moaning, he enters me.
"Oh wow! This is... wow," he says. Pinkie Pie? At a loss for words? First time for everything. What else should he expect from the most awesome–
Stars and moon! He pushes a few inches into me and there's a pain in my tail. A delicious stretching pain that sends ripples down my spine and makes my wings smack into his chest again. I cry out. I can't help it. My body is on fire. From my sopping wet rear all the way to my burning cheeks. And he's just fanning the flames.
He yanks on my tail again and somepony whinnies. I feel another inch of him slide inside and oh my gosh, this is nothing like her strapon. The plastic toy was amazing and Pinkie was an expert with it, but it couldn't compare to the real thing. I clamp down on what's inside me. I can feel my body tighten around him, my walls clutching at his cock as he slowly presses inwards. "P-please," I hear myself whisper. "Harder," I try to make up for it.
Pinkie Pie, that maddening pony, pulls his cock almost all the way out, letting the flare stretch my lips. "Please!" I yell, I beg, right before he slams himself into me, all the way to the hilt. Stars blossom everywhere as his balls slap against my clit and I feel myself spasm and quiver around his shaft. Instead of the release I normally get, I just get wound up tighter. It's getting hard to breath again. His weight comes down on my back, driving my head into the mattress. My rear legs don't have room to buckle, which is the only reason I'm still standing.
Twilight and Rarity have explored every inch of me. Applejack and Pinkie were masters of making me shudder and moan. Even Fluttershy could do things with her wings that make me wet just thinking about. Never once have I felt so utterly and thoroughly like a mare. It's silly. It's true. And he's just sitting there, up to his hilt as my tongue lolls out of my mouth.
I can see Twilight, but my eyes aren't focusing right. Her horn is still aglow and her quill is still writing, but both of her hooves are between her legs and her attention is concentrated on me. As she meets my eyes, she smiles. "Hold on a second, Pinkie."
There's a grunt from above me and his cock twitches inside me, drawing a sharp ah from someone. Twilight's paper and quill fall to the floor as she winks out in a flash of white only to appear, legs spread right in front of me. "Feel like you can handle both of us?" Of course I can handle both of them. I'm Rainbow—
Pinkie draws back slowly. I squeal as I feel my walls clench to keep that cock inside. Twilight directs my muzzle between her legs and I'm treated to the best thing in the world right now. Pinkie begins to thrust inwards. Ok, second best thing.
Pinkie pulls back. Pinkie thrusts forward.
My throat hurts. My face is soaked in sweet smelling stickiness and I can't stop hollering. My rear is sending waves of blinding pleasure into me and it's blocking pretty much everything else out.
Everytime I draw breath, it's pounded from me. Ripped from my throat as I scream the same words over and over again. My lungs burn. With a choking gasp I inhale, taking in a great lungful of air, but as soon as I have breath to scream, I yell again. Those same words.
Tears are forming at the corners of my eyes. I'm so close, I'm so ready. My wings are flapping madly against his warm flanks. His chest is pressing against my back. I squeeze my eyes shut tighter and try to do anything to make—to push myself over the edge. Not that I want this to end. Ever. I don't know. I want to be done, I want to never stop. I want to turn around and screw Pinkie senseless. I want to curl up and cuddle for days. I inhale, only to scream out those same words into the pillow.
I give a sharp cry. A high pitched, girly whine as Pinkie yanks on my mane, pulling my head up out of the pillows. I think I cum again, because I see stars flashing through my vision. With no pillow to muffle my cries, I can make them out. Pinkie Pie, Pinkie Pie, Pinkie Pie. I scream over and over again. I don't really know what that is, but it's a touchstone. As long as I'm calling out those words, this doesn't have to end. This can go on forever.
I feel something change, and it only coils the spring I thought would be broken by now tighter still. My chest hurts. My wings hurt. My legs, my neck, my ears, my flanks, everything hurts. It's like my skin has shrunk and is too small for me. It's like I'm windburned all over. It's like I'm going to explode into a million tiny, quivering shreds and each one of them is going to orgasm into unconsciousness.
That change again. The thrusting, the constant that is my universe, it's stopped. The thing, cock—he's hilted in me once more. I feel the tip flaring, fighting against the crushing pressure as I bear down on it. I throw myself forward and back, trying to get the thrusting to resume. A cry from above me and his head is buried in my mane.
Something is happening. I feel a wave sweep over me, starting from my belly and traveling down my body, I'm... unwinding. I scream his name—that's what it was, his name—again as my entire body releases in an earthshaking cataclysm of shudders. I feel his cock surge, starting at the base and travel upwards. Something hot floods my insides. I'm more full now than ever. And he keeps surging.
Now instead of thrusts, these waves of swelling, followed by more burning liquid surging into me are all there is. I feel it travelling backwards, past his swollen flare, widening me slightly as the liquid forces its way past and out. I feel it running down my legs even as another surge replenishes anything that is lost. I cry out one more time.
I'm sure it's me saying one of those. And then I just... float.
Light shines in the gap in the blinds, striking my face. At least that's how books describe it. It's more like the back of my eyelids start to glow the same color as that little stripe in Twilight's hair. I love that strip. I never really thought too much about her mane until we started sleeping together. Now it haunts my dreams.
Heh. I must still be dreaming. I can hear her cute voice, screaming, but muffled. Wow, my head is giving her the ride of her life by the sound of things.
The bed feels funny. Like it's too damp. Soaked would be a better word. I haven't been doing an awful lot of sleeping in my own bed lately. I mean, sure, I still nap, but napping and sleeping aren't the same. You don't really get to the good parts until you've had four, maybe five hours of shuteye. It's funny. A year ago I loathed mattresses. I couldn't understand how other ponies put up with them. Now I spend at least six nights a week in one. Trust me, the company is more than worth it.
Something else is different today too. I know that the soaking wet bed means something. A hazy memory of Pinkie...
Holy stars! Pinkie Pie. I force my eyes open and am greeted by a site that set my loins on fire. Pinkie Pie, my best friend, is a guy. And he has her cock buried Twilight's folds. I watch as he thrusts into her, a wet slapping sound as his balls slam into her haunches. Twilight's moans are muffled because her jaws are pried wide apart by another one my friends-turned-male.
Applejack's eyes roll up into his head as he bites on a wooden bit. Twilight's lips go down his shaft and actually touch his balls. Wow. I don't know how much I'm imagining, but I swear I see him throbbing in her throat as he cums. A few seconds, and thrusts, later and sticky strands of semen come spilling out of Twilight's mouth and nose. As Pinkie pulled out again, Twilight let Applejack's cock go, coughing a few times. AJ is like a puppet whose strings are cut; he just collapses. Wow.
Cleared of obstruction, the full volume of Twilight's screams makes my ears ring. Pinkie thrusts once more and stays. His balls twitch and I swear, I can see his cock growing wider and spreading Twilight's lips further apart. Cum, mixed with Twilight's own fluids runs freely down her legs. As Pinkie slides out, stumbling to the side, Twilight collapses next to Applejack. Behind the pair, I see Rarity lying in a veritable puddle of fluid: sweat, cum, her own fluids, I don't know, but she is wrecked.
"Um," a voice from my side. Gingerly I roll onto my back to see Fluttershy standing next to me. "Um. Rainbow Dash? Twilight used her spell on me too. And..." he blushed, looking away. "I was wondering... if I could... if you'd like..."
I smile. Everything hurts, but it's a good hurt. The kind that means you had a really good time. "Fluttershy," I say as I roll to my hooves and stand. I stretch for a moment. "I'd love to open my present from you."
I told you Pinkie throws awesome parties.